Nash Neefus

Big “T” Beginners

NVN-011.01

Trackpoint The genie's staying in the bottle now. Don't rub it like a clit, 'cause it won't come out. You won't get what you wish if you don't start now; you gon' 've to submit to the common ground. You gon' 've to submit from this point on; you're gonna have to get your taxes goin'. The biggest consequences are at your door; the zombies are approaching your half-mowed lawn. You better come, or it's cameras, lights, and tactics. You know you gotta submit; you know you gotta admit. There's all these cameras, lights, and tactics. You know you gotta commit; you know you gotta give in. They rapidly approach your four-square house. By "rapidly," I mean that they're all on brown, yet they are not retreating until you're found. All of your peashooters have been struck out. They all are wearing knockback on their gold crowns to throw you 'gainst a wall with a force so loud— a lot like cunnilingus, only without the roast beef sandwiches, just with brainstems now. Look it here: all these cameras, lights, and tactics. You know you gotta submit; you know you gotta admit. There's all these cameras, lights, and tactics. You know you gotta commit; you know you gotta give in. There are all these lights and cameras that we use for all these tactics, that we must give in and answer, or we do use as an answer. There are all these lights and cameras that we use for all these tactics, that we must give in and answer, or we do use as an answer.

To Make a Living Green cross of magic, open up; their reasoning's 'bout to bluff. Hey guys, cake's here for the salt— don't make it all 'bout the fuss. And you know where the Townsend is, and you know where's his stuff: down the deep-ocean metal fields where the people come for luncheon? And you know where the mindset is; do you know how they crunch for all the numbers and the femtograms, for where they keep all the crust? To make a living, to make a killing, to make a skill that's for the common wealth tonight, to make a skill that's for the common good to thrive. Into the night of our first date, we could hop on the sandwich place, and I won't ever let you go tomorrow till you sleep today, and a... Spring-seeded loving in the tubs can keep it going for the bucks. Just eat it up and you'll bust; can't keep it going once a month. But you know where the crossroad is, and you know where it leads: down the deep-ocean metal fields where the people come to sleep. And you know they were Minecrafters; do they count jumping sheep for all the feelings that we can't endure? That's where they keep all the greed. You've got a lot on your plate; you've got some sons to raise. Did you brush your teeth today? You could call the towel a lake. I got some cookies to bake; I'd run into trees for days; I ski and sleep for ways out of the open plane, so we can learn the escape and get the money and shape all of the reasonable things you'd like to buy for me. I'd keep it under my bra so I could let you know: That's where they store the cost of all the ants in store. You've got a lot on your plate; you've got some sons to raise. Did you brush your teeth today? You could call the towel a lake. I got some cookies to bake; I'd run into trees for days; I ski and sleep for ways.

The Draft Get up and join the fight! Boy, I ain't messing around, for you are out of time. Come on and make momma proud! You want your freedom, right? They're trying to take it away, and they will only thrive if you decide to stay. This is the draft to fight off the doom; the doom is too big, we need all of you. We've got these capsules, men—they have your day inside! The first a hundred and ten, you must sign up tonight. We'll tell you where to meet next time you go get the mail; your names are on my sheet—if you're not here, then...

Terebinth You are my favorite entertainer. I love when you call me flippant names, yet even when I can't laugh, your presence makes me smile. You are my favorite type of pillow: somewhere that I can rest my head on, leaning on you, my lovely Temu Willow Park. Baby, yes, I will always love you, even if I do not talk to you, even if you don't talk to me, you're in my heart. Baby, yes, I will always love you, even if I or you're feeling blue, even if midnight skies start moving and they're losing all their stars. Honey, yes, I will always love you. Honey, yes, I will always love you. Honey, yes, I will always love you with my heart. You are my favorite understander: someone that I can talk with candor, and then not be met with banter—yet if it is, it's met with laughter, but I'm met with validation. I know for a fact you feel the same thing; you are the one I want to stay with for my life. I think we are the prime example of two introverts in tandem; I know nothing can ever break us apart. Although we like to do our thing—like, for example, I like singing—singing 'bout how you make me feel the warmest feelings in my heart. Baby, yes, I will always love you. Baby, yes, I will always love you. Baby, yes, I will always love you with my heart, my heart.